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Chapter 4

Oliver

It’s been two weeks since the night of the Halloween party, and I’m still kicking myself in the ass for not getting Softy’s name. I’m even more pissed that I didn’t find the other two to commit their faces to memory.

I see Softy in my damn dreams, and the other two are there but still masked. I wake up hard as a fucking rock and have to take care of the matter myself. I don’t regret anything from that night; it fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies. But I still wish I would have asked for a number or something.

“Oli, are you even listening?” I tune back into Leland, and he rolls his eyes. “Are you thinking about that night again?”

I groan and lay back on the couch, throwing my arm over my eyes. “I can’t help it. They were…perfect.”

“What if the other ones look like Voldemort?” I throw a pillow at him, and he laughs. “It could happen. What are the chances they all looked like your pierced and tattooed sex God?”

“Another one was tattooed and had dick decorations.” And the other one had a body and voice that could melt fucking ice with one word.

“Why don’t you just fill out another fantasy? You said they picked you on purpose. Maybe they will again.”

“It was one night. Something tells me they aren’t up for repeats.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.” I shrug. “It will just be a good memory to give me wet dreams and a hard cock.”

“You could always find a friend with benefits.”

“Why? They’ll just disappoint me now.”

“Oh, now that you’ve been fucked sideways, you’re an expert?”

“They didn’t fuck me sideways. They did from the back, me on top—”

“Shut the hell up.”

I laugh and look at the time on my phone. “I’m going to bed. I have to work in the morning. You staying here again?”

“Yeah. Roommates fucking suck.”

“Why don’t you just move in with me? I could use help with the rent now that Scott is gone.” Scott was my old roommate who moved to get a better job.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” I stand from the couch and go toward my room. “Night!”

“Night, Whore!”

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

I strip out of my clothes and slide into bed. As soon as I start drifting off, I hear Raspy’s voice.

“Such a pretty little fuck toy. Your greedy ass was eager for both our cocks.”

“Not a chance in hell, Darlin’. You just have to stay out of your head.”

“Damnit,” I groan and roll over, burying my face in the bed. I just want one night without hearing or seeing them in my dreams.

But I don’t think tonight is that night.

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